Meaning Of Life Poem by EMMA Funnell

I don't know why I'm here,
I don't know why I exist.
But there is one thing I do know,
And it goes something like this.

Life is short,
Death is long.
I have a feeling,
That I do not belong.
In this world, I have no meaning.
The truth hurts, but I can't pretend I'm dreaming.
I feel the power,
I feel the pain.
And once more,
I still remain.
I fear love,
And love fears me.
My life was content,
Now it's no longer worthy.
Therefore the end,
Will come my life.
And so I take,
This sharpened knife.
I tried to kill the pain,
But only brought more.
My arms are slashed,
Bruised and red raw.
I sit in my room,
Bleeding regret.
Trying hard to believe,
Death and I have not met.
I cried out for help,
Yet no one could hear.
My cuts crying for the grave,
It felt like death was very near.
As I leave my house,
And lay upon the floor.
I wish for the bleeding to stop,
And for the pain no more.
Four months have gone,
I lay here under the stars.
Still trying my best,
To heal the scars.